You keep the butter on the kitchen counter instead of in the fridge, and it’s still too hard to spread.
You wear long johns and thick boots to a classical music concert.
You notice that everyone else in your row at the concert is also wearing heavy boots. (You can’t be sure about the long johns, but you know which way you’d bet.)
A friend who has two indoor cats and three sort-of-tame outdoor cats now has, “temporarily,” five indoor cats.
You keep your exercise clothes in your car, and it takes the first half of your workout just to warm up your tee shirt.
The cast-iron bathtub is so cold in the morning that your feet are still freezing when you get out of the shower.
A stray wasp in the kitchen sink is so cold it is barely moving, and instead of swatting it while it’s vulnerable, you pick it up with a spoon and put it by the furnace vent.
You decide the attached garage is the greatest architectural achievement since the flying buttress.
You use the warm-air dryer in a public restroom to dry your hands, and it feels so good you get as much of your body under the dryer as possible and stay there until someone comes in and gives you a funny look.
You tell yourself that anyone who goes south for the winter is a wimp, and you pretend your feeling of superiority makes you feel warmer.
You look at the calendar and realize winter won’t officially start for another month. It takes five dark chocolate Hershey Kisses and a cup of scalding coffee to help you recover from the shock.